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  In the ten-minute game, the management team fouled 26 times, mainly concentrated on walking with the ball and delaying the serve. Wu Ming and Zhu Ge Dachang both carried three fouls, both offense and defense, Li Tianheng and Chu Min were just here to make up the number, the most serious thing is that Vice President Chu almost never touched the ball from start to finish, her only role on the court was to make up the number.

  The first quarter ended with the instructor team scoring 32 points, leading by a wide margin. The management team only scored 9 points, thanks to Xu Zhe's three three-pointers. However, his shooting style was unconventional, resembling a grenade launcher. No matter where he was on the court, as long as he received the ball, he would throw it towards the hoop. One of the shots was even made from mid-court.

  The management team couldn't come up with an effective attacking strategy, and the inexperienced players found it difficult to drive the ball to the basket. Either they were intercepted or delayed, resulting in blind shots, hoping to get lucky and accidentally hit the target.

  After playing one quarter of the game, Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang didn't break a sweat, while the three soy sauce party members were panting heavily.

  The second half of the game began, and the management team replaced two people, replacing them with the financial manager and the logistics manager. The financial manager was also a big fat man, with a sly look on his face. The logistics manager was a rather silly-looking middle-aged woman. Ling Bing continued to insist on playing, mainly because there were only three women in the company's high-level management, and not many people could be rotated.

  Twenty seconds into the game, a black giant on the instructor team performed an empty-handed dunk, causing the audience to boil over. Wu Ming's eyes lit up and he was inspired, thinking of a way to defeat his opponent. He hastily discussed with Zhuge Dachang in a low voice...

  It's the manager team's turn again. Wu Ming quickly rushed to the opponent's basket, shouting while running: "Pig brother! Throw it over!"

  "Good!" Zhuge Dachang shouted loudly, directly throwing the ball from the bottom line towards the opponent's basket. The ball drew an arc-shaped parabola in the air, and Wu Ming jumped high under the basket to receive the ball, ready to return a dunk.

  Just then, the bald instructor jumped up to block Wu Ming, but his shiny bald head dazzled Wu Ming's eyes. Dazed for a moment, Wu Ming slammed the ball onto the instructor's head with a loud "slap"!

  Is this kid Sakuragi Hanamichi? The audience couldn't help but burst into laughter...

  The whistle sounded, and the offense fouled. Wu Ming took two steps forward to the bald instructor who was still crouching under the basket. As the saying goes, "bald people cherish bald people." Wu Ming asked with great concern: "Are you okay?"

  "Something's up!" The bald instructor raised his head, with a ferocious expression.

  "I didn't intentionally hit you on the head, why are you making such a fierce face?"

  "Step on my hand!"

  Wu Ming stepped down and indeed stepped on someone's hand. He quickly jumped away, embarrassed, saying: "Sorry, I didn't see it, I really wasn't doing it on purpose."

  The bald instructor grunted, rubbed his head and stood up, walked to the free throw line. Possibly because his hand was stepped on, he didn't make either of the two shots. It's the management team's turn to serve again, Wu Ming took the ball to the backline.

  The coaching staff still adopted man-to-man defense, Wu Ming held the ball and couldn't find a partner to pass to, Yamei suddenly darted in front of him, batted her eyelashes, and said sweetly: "Wu Ming, give it to me!"

  Wu Ming was stunned for a moment, and foolishly passed the ball to Amiko. By the time he reacted, the instructor team had already completed the shot and easily scored two points.

  Is this okay? It's really laughable, the on-site audience burst into laughter again, several pairs of white eyes shot towards Wu Ming, he shouted in shame and anger: "Ah, it's really too despicable, actually using a sinister and venomous beauty trick."

  Zhuge Dachang sneered, "I've long known that you have the potential to be a traitor. You're so captivated by a beauty's flirtatious glance that you lose your sense of direction. San Gui, you truly bring shame to us men."

  "Hmph!" he snorted coldly and spat out: "Not enough to succeed, but more than enough to fail."

  The ball is back in the hands of the management team, Wu Ming has lost the trust of his teammates, and Zhang opens his arms to block him when he runs to receive the ball from Zhuge Dachang, and even uses his hips to hold him back.

  Taking advantage of no one's attention, Wu Ming secretly pinched her buttocks, and Amy immediately turned back to glare at him, saying "Bad egg!" in a coquettish tone.

  Wu Ming smiled and said, "Who told you to use a beauty trick to cheat me of my ball?"

  "Three Kwei! Receive the ball!"

  "Ah?" Wu Ming was still talking to Amy, raised his head and the ball was already in front of him, subconsciously dodged, the ball flew past him, the black coach received the ball, effortlessly made a three-step layup, scoring two points again.

  Wu Ming immediately became the target of public criticism, facing everyone's accusations, he could only lower his head and admit his mistake, glancing at Ameko who was covering her mouth and laughing secretly, he hated it so much that his teeth ached.

  The tactics of man-to-man defense have achieved such brilliant results, the instructor team has become addicted to it. Zhuge Dachang finally felt Wu Ming's pain, and the ball was indeed difficult to send out. The people in the instructor team were as tall as mountains, except for Wu Ming, other partners who were blocked behind could only see the swinging arms, just like performing the Thousand-Handed Guanyin.

  In an instant, Lin Meiling shouted loudly: "Pass the ball quickly!"

  Zhuge Dachang shuddered and subconsciously passed the ball to her, but immediately regretted it, thinking to himself "I'm done for, this time I'll be scolded again".

  As expected, Wu Ming's eyes lit up as he watched him score two points, and immediately walked over to him with a smile, patted his shoulder and teased: "Hehe! Pig brother, didn't expect you to fall for the American trick!"

  "Beauty trick?" Zhuge Dachang sneaked a glance at Lin Meiling and cursed, "Damn! Don't belittle my aesthetic taste, what makes her a beauty?"

  Wu Ming glanced at him sideways and said coldly: "It's not a beauty, you've fallen into the trap, the problem is even more serious."

  Zhuge Dachang snorted and stubbornly resisted: "I just slipped my hand."

  "Enough of this nonsense..." Cold as ice, she walked up to them, shook her head and sighed: "You two are really..."

  Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang both lowered their heads and replied in unison: "Success is not enough, failure is abundant."

  These two shameless bastards, really had the nerve, with a cold and icy face, barely holding back their laughter, they said: "You guys go first, I'll serve the ball."

  …………………………………………………

  It's a cold shot, the instructor team is very polite, they all retreated to the backcourt and no longer adopted man-to-man defense, those with eyes can come out, they are intentionally giving opportunities.

  Clumsy and stiff, she was carrying the ball, just started running with it and lost it. Wu Ming picked up the ball she dropped and handed it back to her, smiling: "Here, continue."

  She was enjoying herself as she dribbled the ball with ease, like running with three basketballs, Wu Ming's eyes shone brightly as he followed her.

  "What's following me for?"

  "Dribbling is great!"

  Wu Ming stared at his own chest, a look of almost drooling on his face. He felt a chill run down his spine as his ears began to burn and a flush rose to his cheeks. "Get out!" he shouted.

  Ling Bing brought the ball to the free throw line, still no one cut off her ball, nor did anyone defend against her, as if giving her a shooting opportunity. Under everyone's expectant gaze, she held the ball with both hands and threw it towards the basket in a very cool manner, making a 'three-no-touch' shot.

  Everyone stared at her and let out a collective sigh. Her icy face was slightly askew, and she panted angrily: "What!"

  Everyone hastily turned their heads towards the ceiling...

  The coach team's ball came out, and the bald-headed coach ran steadily with the ball. In order to save face, Leng Bingbing rushed up straight away, with a silly look of baring her teeth and brandishing her claws. Just as she was about to catch up with the bald-headed coach, her feet slipped, and she cried out in surprise and fell to the ground.

  That's not the point!

  The key is that she accidentally pulled the coach's pants down, just like Wu Ming pulled her skirt last time. She also quickly pulled down the bald coach's pants, fortunately, the jersey was quite long and didn't reach the bottom of his pants.

  Quiet!

  The whistle sounded, and the bald instructor's face turned red as he pulled up his pants. However, he didn't dare to scold Ling Bingbing, almost everyone was secretly laughing, but no one dared to laugh out loud, each of them enduring the laughter with great difficulty. Ling Bingbing was also extremely embarrassed, she tried to maintain a calm and composed demeanor, as if nothing had happened.

  In the whole company, only Wu Ming dared to tease Cold Ice, and when he saw her being embarrassed, he took the opportunity to go up and say with a smile: "General Cold's defensive skills are truly dazzling, it's really one of the best in the world!"

  "Get out!"

  Wu Ming shamelessly walked up to her, squeezed her shoulder and whispered: "Now you know, right? I wasn't intentionally lifting your skirt last time."

  "Furthermore..." Cold as ice, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she became infuriated and started punching Wu Ming's shoulder with her small fists. The two of them immediately seemed like they were in the midst of a lover's quarrel, causing the crowd to erupt into a chorus of coughs...

  Just as the bald instructor was penalized for a foul, the financial manager rubbed his big belly, cold and sternly said: "Recently, finances have been a bit tight, I think it's necessary to reduce some expenses."

  The bald instructor was also frightened and threw a "three no-stick" with a cold face.

  One penalty was not enough. Just as the bald instructor was about to give a second penalty, Leng Bingbing nodded and replied: "Indeed, many companies have started laying off employees this year!"

  Another three no stick!

  The bald instructor was sweating profusely, the instructor team was terrified by the two who held the power of life and death, guessing their intention, what did they mean by saying this at this time? Were they threatening?

  Saying something ambiguous can make the people below lose their composure due to fear, this is a psychological tactic. Wu Ming saw the financial manager's face with a sly and triumphant expression, his cold and icy raised mouth corners, he couldn't help but shake his head, revealing a faint smile.

  For the sake of one's own wallet, it is necessary to flatter! The instructors' team unanimously started secretly flattering. If there is water to be poured, and if not, create some to pour, of course, the timing of bootlicking must be grasped well, cannot be too obvious.

  Slowly, the audience found that the mistakes of the instructor team began to increase, and the ball couldn't be thrown in. The high-level team got the initiative on the court and gradually controlled the rhythm. Unfortunately, the young referee and coach who was invited back from the physical education committee was very dedicated and would not give any favors.

  By the third quarter, Wu Ming had committed six fouls and was forced to leave the court in a sorry state. Although he didn't achieve much, he still managed to grab a few rebounds and score some points, showing that he could run and jump.

  Without him, Zhuge Dachang alone cannot hold on, the other high-ranking officials are all good at talking but poor in actual ability. The game is over, and the management team still lost, only the score difference is not too big.

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